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Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Offers this week included (but not limited to) a change in penis size, breast size and bank account. Not necessarily related to each other if I clicked on either "opportunity". I could go back to school, get a better credit rating, buy a car, take inches off my waist, clean out my colon, remove at least ten years of wrinkles from my face. Why wouldn't I want to take criminal justice classes on line, find a new mate over 50, find a play mate under 30, secure my computer from viruses, buy enhancement drugs on line, find a lawyer, improve my vocabulary. But I was stuck on the offer to change my penis size. How would they would the size--whether it needed to be larger or smaller? How would they know if I even had a penis? Breasts...well, everyone has breasts. But I don't think they meant male breasts, now did they? Listen, you computer hounds, you low life hackers, whackers and degenerates. Leave me and a zillion other people alone. Don't send any more garbage to my/our email box. I didn't give you the address and I don't want your junk! You are a plague---a rodent, a rat couldn't carry a worse virus. Find another hobby. My trash box is bulging with unwanted, unsolicited crap, junk, garbage, nonsense and ...and...and...misinformation.Listen, you low lifes....I don't have a penis and, no, I don't want to buy one! Shouldn't there be a law against....... but them some of the trash comes from political parties. Most often from the one that I don't give a rat's ass about. So I guess my angst will have to go in another direction...ah, a perfect place. My blogspot....sorry to dump all of this on you but I sure needed the relief. My poor computer? I'm sure it will blow up one day. So full of trash penis ads, drug fixes, colon cleansers, acne removers, odor reducers that it will explode into one giant waste cloud and ride high in the sky to rain like a moonsoon over the world. I hope most of the by-product falls on the heads of the low lifes who spew this stuff across the internet. I'm hoping...whoops another bing. I've got mail. Oh my god, omg...another offer. No, damn, that part of me doesn't need to be any bigger either...no!

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

What in the world was she thinking? A mystery, maybe one that will never be solved. How many of us have had children at an early age, skipped the fun and excitement of being a unencumbered young adult into their late twenties. Eager to explore the world, dance all night....but instead accepted the responsibility of raising our child, children because of youthful, fanciful love? What was she thinking when she left her child on that fateful night? Sex, lots of it with a new boyfriend? Late night frolicking, beer, wine and tatoos? Oops...an accident...now I'm free. What was she thinking? I have a difficult time believing Casey Anderson didn't know her actions and wrongful intent caused the death of her child. Accident or not. Of course she knew. An accident...scream, cry, demand 911 even if the child appears dead. Did she blatantly murder her child? Plot and plan...connect the dots...follow her actions. They speak more than words. Only the most callous, disheartened person could stuff a tot's body in a laundry bag and then tape her in garbage bags. Even vicious sex offenders who take young girls and kill them leave the bodies in a fairly convenient location for others to give them a proper farewell.Mothers kill their babies and walk away without batting an eye. Read a police report next week or the next. Infants in toilets, battery cases resulting in death Strange cases in the books about mothers caught after the second or third child died under mysterious conditions. The Smith case comes to mind where she strapped her young sons in the back seat of her car and let them drown. That mother blatantly lied, too, but didn't throw anyone, her family, under the bus. But this Casey gal had the bus going full throttle...and never lost the defiant, in your face, attitude. She never appeared to be shamed or embarrassed by her 'molester father or brother'. Smug towards her father, all smiles for the brother...for what reason?I wonder where she'll sleep when the jail door is opened. Will she beg her parents to take her into their shattered lives after they tried everything to get at the truth? Will her brother take her in? Will one or many of her sorry-ass boyfriends sleep with her again...maybe...not much sex in a jail cell. Bella Vita. Or will she rise to notorious fame and live off the profits netted from her dead child? What is she thinking? It's another sad day for Caley Anderson. Who's mourning her death? Not the mother...she's estactic that she's soon to be free. Not the defense lawyer who said this was all about the death penalty. Oh yes, he spoke rather eloquently, humble after the jury verdict...'she didn't murder her daughter'...but then roled into his cause to shame our system of law that allows the death penalty for heinous criminals. What was he thinking? Caley is dead...gone...and she was rendered a death penalty that no one could ever call humane.So questions will remain...many unanswered. We are a mystery, we humanes. But for those who know how they feel about the terrible injustice for Caley Anderson, let's remember to not buy into any profit making endeavor this callous mother ventures into. Whether she blatantly, with free will, killed her daughter, we may never know but we will know she didn't do what a reasonable person would do if an accident occured. How can she sleep at night? What was she thinking?

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I'm not a hard core blogger...in fact, I think most blogs are nonsense. Who cares where one shops or what beverage is consumed. Unless its a good red wine, that is. For the most part, blogs consume time that could be spent writing. If you're a serious writer, that is. So I will write on this spot only when my characters quit talking to me. That happens now and then. Hopefully I won't blog too much. And I won't bore you with nonsense.Time Lapse...okay, I'm enjoying blogging a little more. Perhaps I'll preview a book of mine. Soon.

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I'm a writer...the writing comes easy, selling is the ball buster. Travel: warm spots--I live in mid-Michigan. Must see the ocean a few times a year. Love movies, dislike drama queens and irrational political movies. In fact, dislke drama queens and irrational politicians. Way too many in this world. Love food, dislike calories. Want to sell two books in 2012. More thereafter.

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Current AffairsThe Tiara Investigations MysteryAuthor Lane Stone sets a fast pace in her new release Current Affairs. When you aren't laughing, you're wondering when the next shoe will fall. Golf shoe, of course. Three late-40's gals decide it's time to improve their handicaps but, this time, not on the golf course. They form an investigation service and from there, get into so many sand traps you'd think they wanted to be camels. They're called to help find out if Kelly Taylor's husband is cheating on her. Instead there's not time to yell 'fore' before they witness a murder.From the scene of the crime, until the lights go out on the course, these Georgia ex-beauty queens- detectives are playing a fast, hard paced game. Picture three small dogs trailing behind and you've got one hilarious scene. More like eighteen.Yes, along the fairway they figure out who killed unlucky Mr. Taylor but before you do, you'll read more than a few jokes."What's it like have a computer go down on you?" ---"It only seems kinky the first time."

Lane Stone's style is both witty and charming...join her on this latest adventure. And hold onto your belly, it's a bumpy ride and you can't stop laughing.The Sandburg ConnectionAuthor Mark De Castrique takes you on a journey through the green hills of North Carolina where a history professor meets her death. Is she a victim of a slip and fall or has someone decided her law suit over botched surgery should end here and now?Released by Poisoned Pen Press, this story mixes history and mystery in a compelling way. PI Sam Blackman and his beguiling partner Nakayla Robertson track professor Janice Wainwright for an insurance company in effort to discover if her back pain is real. Why would a woman with an ailing bones hike over a steep terrain? Not just to take in the views that Carl Sandburg enjoyed. Yet the victim's love for Sandburg could be a motiving force. When another death occurs, there is no doubt the PIs have more than an accident on their hands. Through in a distraught daughter who thrusts a gun in Sam's face and a pregnant goat for the PIs to care fore and you'll not put the book away for later reading.De Castrique is a fanciful author whose prose and characters are as stimulating as Sandburg's writings and the Glassy Mountain range. This novel may never stack up to Sandburgs literary collection but the reader won't be disappointed with the plot, the pace and the variety of characters De Castrique introduces. Enjoy...

Reviews are subjective exercises....so the following should be taken with a grain of salt. Read what you want, love what you read....or close the book when you and a writer don't connect. Try Safe Haven, by Nicholas Sparks....a romantic version of reality. Love isn't easy. But Sparks has a knack for selling hope and dreams. Nothing will trump The Notebook, a poignant unveiling of timeless love so Safe Haven falls into the category of a good beach read. The pace and tension is there and you pray for a happy ending. If you don't like this book, there will be another Sparks story soon. He'll tug at your heart and entice you into taking it off the shelf.

Cutting for Stone...unbelievably the best read of the year. A doctor who happens to be a twin tells his life story. Large, meaningful, important...who, where, when...what impact does circumstance have on your life? Can you become who you want to be. Cutting for Stone...

Still Alice...a truthful account of how a brillant woman deals with the devastation of Alzheimers. Family dynamics play a key role in this heartfelt, reality based story. A must read.

The Help....you won't put this down. The other side of the fence: where you stand makes all the difference in your world.A funny, tear filled, emotional, serious, important story.

The Confession...by John Grisham. If I weren't a Grisham fan, I'd still tell everyone to read this book. It's chilling...so fast paced that you feel like you're speed reading. Essentials...a rather nice Lutheran minister hears a confession from a serial rapist who is in a half-way house in his small town. The rule is the minister can spill the beans if what he hears will cause harm. The victim has been missing for nine years and young black man will be executed, Texas style, in two days for her murder. A gruesome account of the victims last moments are revealed and our minister goes all out to save the wrongly accused black man. In Grisham fashion, racial, religous and political problems conjoin. This story will make you rethink the death penalty...maybe not change your mind but you won't come away with the same simple answer. If you are a writer who yearns to tell a good story, study Grisham's technique. He doesn't let you breathe before another conflict errupts...and when you think the ending is perfect, he'll change it to initiate another conflict. Grisham explores the law, the hearts of the accused and the offender and if you don't come away feeling you've read a damn good book, read it again.